"No," Azmodeus denied flatly. "I neither come from a prestigious household, nor am I a noble young master. I am simply the one who takes care of the Black Qilin Horses in the Royal Castle's stables."
He assumed this brief introduction would make the Merchant act normal, but contrary to his expectations, the Merchant's face lost even more color than before. He immediately hit the ground and bowed at the deepest of angles, causing his shiny golden jewelry to jingle and smack against the thick stone pavement. "Please forgive this lowly one for his earlier rudeness," he shouted passionately, sweat beads pouring down his face. "If I had known that I was talking to a mighty Immortal Venerable, then this lowly one would have complied with any of the young Lord's demands! You want chocolate!?"
BING!
